OLD DOG

by

Randy LOFFICIER

Old dog sleeping in the sun,

Dreaming your dreams of

Deeds never done.

What thoughts make you quiver?

What smells make you sigh?

How many summers are left,
By and by?
A faithful companion,
Our friend of long date,
What dreams will you leave us,
When you go to your fate?
Old dog dreaming,
Your life is not yet done,
May you have many days ahead,
For lying in the sun.